“Ouch!!!” Lola screamed. She jerked herself up in pain and her tears ran down the sides of her eyes. He’d been torturing her for hours non stop. How can a man possess such strength? Is it normal?
“Bitch, dripping slot. You moan next time or I’ll suffocate you. Your pussy is so loose and yet, you cannot moan in appreciation?” Sabastian threatened. He dipped his fingers into her and moaned “Ahhh…. I’ll fingerfuck you so badly that you will not forget my name in your dreams…ahhh…” he moaned out, going deeper with his fingers.
“You have no regard for women. You are a maniac, Sabastian!” Adrian seethed. Right before him, he still torture and fuck her? It’s clear that he would have nothing to do with Lola henceforth, she’d always been a mole by his side all these years.
But how can he torture her this way. She’s already suffering from Vulvitis and he still wouldn’t spare her?
“Hahaha the pot that calls the kettle black. I torture my toy sexually and abused her body the way I want. But what about you, are you in any way better than me?
She’s not my wife, not even my girlfriend. She’s my toy, I bought her with my money and I can do whatever I want with her” he said and bent over, sucking her pussy and Lola was jerking her ass in what Adrian cannot call pleasure or torture considering how her mouth was open and her eyes slightly shut.
Adrian turned to leave when Sabastian paused and said “her body will heal, it has always healed. But can the soul of your innocent wife get healed considering the inhumane treatment you dished out to her?
You abused her emotionally, hurt her over and over with your promiscuous life with Lola. Psychologically, you destroyed her, jailed her innocently and had her murdered for the offence that she didn’t commit.
Someone by your side did the havoc and you blamed it on an innocent woman. Are you better than me, will the soul of your late wife ever forgive you? I think you are the one who doesn’t have regards for women” Sabastian declared and laughed awkwardly again.
He took a knife and cut the rope he used in tying Lola and said “Pick your rose flower and leave her now, before I do something that will end you up in the hospital. Next time, come with thorns instead” he snorted.
Lola’s wrists were red, her ankles were not better either. She felt ashamed. She took the quilt and covered herself but of what use was it?
Adrian has no word to retort back at Sebastian. He was right and that makes him speechless. He was not in any way better than Sabastian.
Sabastian Walker torture Lola’s body and he tortured Ava’s mind and soul. What’s the difference? The only difference is that, Lola or Nelly, whichever one she answers is still alive and might forgive Sabastian Walker but what about him, Ava is no more, how can he appease her soul for forgiveness?
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Clara Leon stared at the computer and her hands shivered. Who is this woman that looks very much like her daughter and even Mimic her voice to call her momma?
Her hands shivered and her eyes got moistened. Who is torturing her, why is she experiencing stages of pain, torture and anxiety? Was she brought there to be dealt with until she loses her mind?
Her heart was beating fast and she was staring at the woman with fury. She might look like her daughter but she cannot deceive her to believe that she’s her dear daughter, Ava Leon.
“Momma, it’s me Ava…” Ava said and sniffled. She cleaned the tears off her face and stared at her mother. She glanced at her momma’s face, body and saw that she looked thinner than she saw her last.
Her face was covered with wrinkles and she looked older than her age. Ava bursted into tears. How can momma be like this, how can the happy, vibrant woman that loves her so much stare at her back through the computer with strange looks?
“It’s me momma, it’s your Ava Leon. I’m fine, I’m happy momma….” Ava stuttered amidst tears. But still Clara didn’t respond. That made Ava start sobbing aloud.
Nancy stood by the sidelines and sniffled. How can so much bond exist between family and yet, society separated the daughter from her mother?
Will Aurora ever love her as she loved her foster mother?
Clara just stared at the woman and her tears gave way. Is she losing her mind? This rich lady, talking through the computer to her on a video, calls herself Ava, when did her daughter become so elegant?
Is her mind playing pranks? How can this woman be her daughter? How did she come about with expensive jewellery and dresses? When did she become a high class woman?
She had died in prison, a death orchestrated by Adrian Lester and his family. May they never know peace and happiness in this life for causing her the loss of her son, her husband and her only daughter. May they wallow in pain and sorrow like they have caused her.
Clara started sobbing as she saw the woman on the other side sobbing. Seeing her momma sob, Ava’s tears doubled “It’s me momma…don’t stare at me that way…it’s your Ava… your own Ava Leon mom…. please say something momma…” she was sobbing and Nancy couldn’t take it anymore.
“Someone come, take that computer away from her” and almost immediately, a servant came over and took it away, shutting it down immediately.
Nancy also started sobbing. “I’m sorry Aurora, but I had to take it away. I can’t see you like this..” Nancy apologised and went to hold her daughter in a side hug.
“Did you see that Mother, she stares back at me blankly. Has she lost her mind, has she gone crazy or something…I want to go to my momma, I can’t leave her like this, she’s experiencing a heartbreak…” Aurora stuttered and stood up.
“Wait Aurora, I’ll let your father handle everything. I’ll ask him to make it possible for your foster mother to come to X-city. Don’t leave me, Aurora, don’t leave me again” Nancy pleaded, holding Aurora and hugging her.
The two women hugged each other and sob on each other’s shoulders. They seemed to be of the same height, Aurora, a perfect miniature of her mother.
Nancy sobbing, afraid of losing her daughter again. She might not survive it if Aurora leaves her for the second time in this lifetime, she wouldn’t want her to leave.
And Ava couldn’t control her tears as she sobbed, sniffling and sweating. She cannot bear to see her momma stare back at her so blankly without a word.
“I promise you Aurora. Your father and brothers are capable of doing this, they’ll bring your foster mother here. Is that okay?” Nancy promised.
Aurora nodded and went upstairs. She got into her room and searched the closet. Maybe her looks makes her momma doubt if she was Ava Leon. She would put away the golden jewelries and dress in a plain dress, tying her hair in a ponytail.
But alas, Aurora spent the next thirty minutes and she couldn’t find a plane dress. All that was in the wardrobe were designers and classical wear. Nothing cheap or inferior there.
Aurora helplessly sank into the bed. So she can no longer get a plain cheap dress in her closet anymore? So a time can come in her life, that she would search everywhere for such a dress and not find any?
The complexities and dynamics of life!